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"You're going to ignore me for the bird?" After a second or so though, he does stop and think. At least this time. "Who are you anyway. You're not one of those people the police have been calling terrorists are you? Not like it matters out here or anything. But a name would be helpful instead of just, I don't know, costume boy or something. Name's Marx." That said and out of the way, he looks over at the man on the ground. He'd never been one for foreign languages, he'd just barely skirted by with a passing grade in Spanish, or was that French? Whatever, and the guy on the ground doesn't sound like he's using either of those. He could use Pig Latin if he really wanted, to be funny, but that's definitely not it either.

"You don't have any clue what he's saying at all, do you? Sounds like a bunch of gibberish to me." A bunch of accented gibberish at that. On a whim he speaks a bit louder, towards the man. "Hey! You speaky English?" It worked in movies, so why not?

Yep. He defiantly talked too much and didn't know how to ask simple questions. Sighing he reached up and rubbed the bridge of his nose. If he'd had his lantern maybe he could have knocked the talkative one out and been done with one problem.

"Arsinoë ... i have no idea what terrorists you're talking about" He hadn't bothered to watch much of the news coming from Destiny City since he hadn't -lived- there but he could make a guess that he probably was one of the 'terrorists'. That didn't mean he had to admit it though.

"You loa...." He stopped mid thought and looked between the bird and the man on the forest floor who was now staring at the two of them. He wasn't from America so at least the bird, man, wasn't talking about him. "The bird's translating?" He spoke quietly and wondered how he could use that to his advantage if it were the case.

"Sir," He looked back to the man. "You're still here so you obviously aren't ignoring us, me, can you at least tell me where i am?" Maybe, just maybe, the bird could translate what he'd said into whatever the man was speaking

"That's insulting." Just because they had stupid movies and most of them tended to be stupid, just like the movies, didn't mean that all Americans were bad. Hmph. "Wait, are you kidding, the bird's a translator?" It's really out of left field, but then what in this place isn't. A look to the man, and then this Arsinoe character, and he decides to let the conversation go on, at least for the moment, without his input yet. He'd add in if it really did look like the guy was right about the translator-bird. Which is still really weird, if anyone asked for his opinion.

The man stared, and stared, and stared at the two of them. It was a lot of staring he hadn't done in the first place, probably on account of being tired. It occurred to them then -- belatedly -- that he had very dark eyes. Not just very dark, black, in pupil and iris both.

He spoke. Quoth (inevitably) the raven: "You're not Carpathian?"

"Carpathian? ...." he'd heard that name somewhere before but where? It sounded like something he would have come across in a history lesson or maybe on television on the Discovery channel. He knew he'd heard of it somehow it was just trying to figure out how

He chewed on his lip for a moment before his eyes widened. ".... Transylvania?!" He'd been right. He was stuck in some sort of bad horror movie. "No .. there's no way we can be there. That's half way across the world"

Marx finds himself torn between giving odd looks at the man, bird, whichever one of the pair, and staring at Arsinoe a little oddly. "Transylvania like those vampire books. No way."

The look turns more confused at hearing the man/bird's response to that. "Outside? This place has seriously lost my mind." How they got there though, man he'd love to know the answer to that one himself. Waking up in some forest when you didn't even remember falling asleep in the first place was just creepy.

The man rubbed his forehead, looking about as puzzled as they felt, before going on in the Eastern European language: he was talking rapidly. The bird didn't seem to have any trouble translating. "Never mind. Do you know the way out? Do you know the way to Vetrel?"

He shook his head at that. "No i've never heard of it." He also hadn't really paid attention much in geography classes either so that wasn't a big surprise. It sounded like a name out of a fantasy book though and not the name of some real city.

"Is that where you're from ... why were you running so fast eariler?"